Shandrial- Thank you for your review(s). I am reading your story (which I LOVE) and I'm glad that an author of your caliber is reviewing my story . I can tell you're an Aragorn fan. Yes, it is quite fun to see a man overcome the wit of an Elf, but let it be known also that it can be the other way around (though not quite as often :-P) Internet is a pain, but when you figure the whole thing out it can be remarkable, don't you think? Anyhow, glad you like it, and I hope I don't hurt you (or anyone) with this chapter....
Author's Note: None.....sorry, my life is really boring, and mid-year tests are throwing me off my rocker. :-P blah!!!!!! Sorry, not a lot of action will be in this chapter, as not a lot was in last chapter either. These few chapters will add to the drama part of my genre. I'd rather like to get into Legolas's personal life and explain what I interpret as his family's life-style. Oh wait! I have one note!!!!! The ages that I did in this.....I did the math, and from lil*bee's contribution of the interesting fact of hers (144 years to 1 human year), I added the equivalent of 8 human years to Legolas's age (2,931 minus 6= 2,925) to get 4,077 years of age for Elenedhil. Confused? Just trust me.....
Ok, one more time, here is the list of names of the new characters. This is the last time I'll post it so......REMEMBER IT!!!!! :-)
Nimarwen: Well...can't tell you who she is yet, but her name means "Royal white maiden"
Linduial: Legolas's eldest brother. "Twilight singing".
Armirendur: wife of Linduial. "Noble Jewel of Devotion".
Elenedhil: Legolas's second brother. "Star Elf".
Galenhil: Legolas's third brother. "Green Lord".
Celebanna: Legolas's older sister. "Silver Gift".
My Internet problem is fixed and now I can upload chapters. I'm writing chapter nine as we speak, so be ready for an update pretty soon!
Let me just get on with the chapter before my brain explodes from overload of all the information I forgot to memorize at the beginning of the year.....
Chapter Eight
Legolas sat up in his bed, but a heaviness in his head nearly knocked him over. {How much of that potion did Aragorn give me?} He put his feet over the edge and tried to stand up. He rose and put his arms out to balance himself as a wave of dizziness came over him. He dressed himself, trying not to jar his still-sore shoulder, and went out into the hallway.
The halls were empty, to Legolas's surprise. Usually it was bustling with servants, guests and relatives. But today, it was nearly vacant, beside the occasional attendant wandering by.
Legolas halted. He had reached the room he always dreaded to pass.
{Elenedhil....}
The door was open, as usual, and the bed neatly made, almost as if it were waiting for someone. Legolas slowly walked in, his legs barely keeping him upright. He sat on the bed, running his hand over the bedspread. He thought back to the last day he had seen Elenedhil......
* * * * * *
~Come on, little brother. Can't you keep up with an old Elf like me?~
~Old? You're only 4,077 years old! That's not old at all!~
~But it seems like it to me.....I'm starting to creak.~
Elenedhil and Legolas had decided to go out hunting deer for sport. So far they had caught nothing. Elenedhil jumped out from his temporary hiding place to scare yet another deer away.
~Elenedhil, at this rate we'll be lucky to come home with a rat!~
~I can't help it if the deer are skittish. I guess we'll just have to spend more time together. I know how much being around me upsets you.~
~Brother, I could spend hours.....~
Elenedhil smiled to his younger brother, but their happiness was short lived. A rumbling progressed, causing unrest in their hearts.
~What is that?~ Legolas asked, his voice shaking.
~I don't know, but whatever it is, it's too close for comfort.~
The shaking of the ground was growing louder and louder by the minute, and all Elenedhil and Legolas could do was wait......wait to die, wait to live, or wait for the unexpected.
* * * * * *
He couldn't think of it any more. Too much pain came with the memory of Elenedhil. Tears spilled down his cheeks, leaving stains on his forest green tunic. A light hand landed on his shoulder.
~It is still heavy in your heart.....his death.~ Celebanna's voice said from behind him.
~It has been nearly a year, but still.......my mind cannot part from the memory.~
* * * * * *
They were surrounded.
Elenedhil and Legolas were holding the Orcs off as well they could, but there were just too many to handle. They knew they had to face the inevitable: that neither of them might make it out alive.
Suddenly, a light of hope shone on the two. A group of Elves mounted on white horses entered, one of them bearing Lord Elrond. Relief washed through Legolas. Elrond could help!
The Orc forces were immediately overwhelmed, and Lord Elrond's men easily felled half the army. Legolas slashed out at his enemies, sometimes killing more than one with his Elven blades. When one of his comrades was struggling, he would use his bow to kill the Orcs, hitting them squarely in the head. Sooner than he knew it, he had cut off the head of his last Orc. Lord Elrond finished the final Orc, stabbing him in the chest when he fell to the ground. Cheering and rejoice arose from the crowd of Elves. Elrond came over to Legolas, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Legolas exchanged the gesture.
~Where is Elenedhil?~ Elrond asked, looking around him for Legolas's brother.
Legolas had been wondering that himself. He had lost track of his brother after Elrond's men had entred. He turned around in a circle, and not finding him, began to get worried. Elenedhil hadn't been far from him before. He couldn't have wandered off too far...
~Elenedhil?~ He waited for a reply. A quiet grunt was heard from behind him. He spun to see his brother, on the ground, a large gash along his side.
Legolas ran to Elenedhil's side. He placed a hand on his wound. An Elf behind him that he did not know called for Lord Elrond.
~Don't worry, brother. Lord Elrond will help. Everything will be alright.~
Elenedhil spoke not a word. Instead, he raised a hand to Legolas's face, smearing his face with blood. Legolas smiled down into his brother's eyes, despite the distress he was feeling inside.
Lord Elrond hurried over and knelt by the injured Elf. He looked at the Elf who had called him, as if giving an unspoken order. The Elf obeyed, grasping Legolas's arm and pulling him to his feet.
~Let Lord Elrond work, lad.~
Legolas's eyes connected with the dark green ones of the other Elf. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek, and he tipped his head down to hide it. The dark-eyed Elf placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Legolas, in spite of the pain he felt in doing so, watched Elrond administered his healing abilities on his brother. After what seemed like hours, Elrond stood, sadness in his eyes. He walked over to Legolas, putting his hands on each of the latter's shoulders.
~I......I did all I could, Legolas.~
His answer was barely distinctive. ~Yes, my lord.~
The tears were flowing freely out of his eyes now; there was no use in holding them back. Lord Elrond firmly hugged Legolas, the younger Elf scarcely returning the gesture.
~I will bring him to be buried next to your mother.~ Lord Elrond turned away, hiding the strong emotions he felt. He had known Elenedhil since he was born and had enjoyed watching him grow. He had always been a joyful child, full of energy and vigor. It was sad for Elrond to see such a wonderful soul leave this earth.
Legolas turned, starting at a walk and then accelerating to a sprint. He heard Lord Elrond's voice calling to him, but he didn't care. He ran as fast as he could, escaping the scene his world had turned into. He finally came to an old tree; the oldest in the forest, and his favourite. He would spend hours in this tree, singing to the beings of the forests or thinking to himself. All Legolas wanted to do was shut out the world. He climbed the tree and sat on the branch, which moved to make him more comfortable (trees are quite fond of Elves and always find their friends' comfort supreme).
The tears rained from his eyes. The trees mourned with Legolas, for they knew well of the noteworthy Elven spirit that was lost that day. Their mourning could be heard throughout Middle Earth. It was the day Mirkwood cried greater than it ever would, for millennia to come...
*tear This was the worst chapter to write ever!!!! The next chapter will be family-orientated also. A little more sadness, but more of Gimli and Aragorn finding out about Legolas's life (however secretive it is...).
Author's Note: None.....sorry, my life is really boring, and mid-year tests are throwing me off my rocker. :-P blah!!!!!! Sorry, not a lot of action will be in this chapter, as not a lot was in last chapter either. These few chapters will add to the drama part of my genre. I'd rather like to get into Legolas's personal life and explain what I interpret as his family's life-style. Oh wait! I have one note!!!!! The ages that I did in this.....I did the math, and from lil*bee's contribution of the interesting fact of hers (144 years to 1 human year), I added the equivalent of 8 human years to Legolas's age (2,931 minus 6= 2,925) to get 4,077 years of age for Elenedhil. Confused? Just trust me.....
Ok, one more time, here is the list of names of the new characters. This is the last time I'll post it so......REMEMBER IT!!!!! :-)
Nimarwen: Well...can't tell you who she is yet, but her name means "Royal white maiden"
Linduial: Legolas's eldest brother. "Twilight singing".
Armirendur: wife of Linduial. "Noble Jewel of Devotion".
Elenedhil: Legolas's second brother. "Star Elf".
Galenhil: Legolas's third brother. "Green Lord".
Celebanna: Legolas's older sister. "Silver Gift".
My Internet problem is fixed and now I can upload chapters. I'm writing chapter nine as we speak, so be ready for an update pretty soon!
Let me just get on with the chapter before my brain explodes from overload of all the information I forgot to memorize at the beginning of the year.....
Chapter Eight
Legolas sat up in his bed, but a heaviness in his head nearly knocked him over. {How much of that potion did Aragorn give me?} He put his feet over the edge and tried to stand up. He rose and put his arms out to balance himself as a wave of dizziness came over him. He dressed himself, trying not to jar his still-sore shoulder, and went out into the hallway.
The halls were empty, to Legolas's surprise. Usually it was bustling with servants, guests and relatives. But today, it was nearly vacant, beside the occasional attendant wandering by.
Legolas halted. He had reached the room he always dreaded to pass.
{Elenedhil....}
The door was open, as usual, and the bed neatly made, almost as if it were waiting for someone. Legolas slowly walked in, his legs barely keeping him upright. He sat on the bed, running his hand over the bedspread. He thought back to the last day he had seen Elenedhil......
* * * * * *
~Come on, little brother. Can't you keep up with an old Elf like me?~
~Old? You're only 4,077 years old! That's not old at all!~
~But it seems like it to me.....I'm starting to creak.~
Elenedhil and Legolas had decided to go out hunting deer for sport. So far they had caught nothing. Elenedhil jumped out from his temporary hiding place to scare yet another deer away.
~Elenedhil, at this rate we'll be lucky to come home with a rat!~
~I can't help it if the deer are skittish. I guess we'll just have to spend more time together. I know how much being around me upsets you.~
~Brother, I could spend hours.....~
Elenedhil smiled to his younger brother, but their happiness was short lived. A rumbling progressed, causing unrest in their hearts.
~What is that?~ Legolas asked, his voice shaking.
~I don't know, but whatever it is, it's too close for comfort.~
The shaking of the ground was growing louder and louder by the minute, and all Elenedhil and Legolas could do was wait......wait to die, wait to live, or wait for the unexpected.
* * * * * *
He couldn't think of it any more. Too much pain came with the memory of Elenedhil. Tears spilled down his cheeks, leaving stains on his forest green tunic. A light hand landed on his shoulder.
~It is still heavy in your heart.....his death.~ Celebanna's voice said from behind him.
~It has been nearly a year, but still.......my mind cannot part from the memory.~
* * * * * *
They were surrounded.
Elenedhil and Legolas were holding the Orcs off as well they could, but there were just too many to handle. They knew they had to face the inevitable: that neither of them might make it out alive.
Suddenly, a light of hope shone on the two. A group of Elves mounted on white horses entered, one of them bearing Lord Elrond. Relief washed through Legolas. Elrond could help!
The Orc forces were immediately overwhelmed, and Lord Elrond's men easily felled half the army. Legolas slashed out at his enemies, sometimes killing more than one with his Elven blades. When one of his comrades was struggling, he would use his bow to kill the Orcs, hitting them squarely in the head. Sooner than he knew it, he had cut off the head of his last Orc. Lord Elrond finished the final Orc, stabbing him in the chest when he fell to the ground. Cheering and rejoice arose from the crowd of Elves. Elrond came over to Legolas, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Legolas exchanged the gesture.
~Where is Elenedhil?~ Elrond asked, looking around him for Legolas's brother.
Legolas had been wondering that himself. He had lost track of his brother after Elrond's men had entred. He turned around in a circle, and not finding him, began to get worried. Elenedhil hadn't been far from him before. He couldn't have wandered off too far...
~Elenedhil?~ He waited for a reply. A quiet grunt was heard from behind him. He spun to see his brother, on the ground, a large gash along his side.
Legolas ran to Elenedhil's side. He placed a hand on his wound. An Elf behind him that he did not know called for Lord Elrond.
~Don't worry, brother. Lord Elrond will help. Everything will be alright.~
Elenedhil spoke not a word. Instead, he raised a hand to Legolas's face, smearing his face with blood. Legolas smiled down into his brother's eyes, despite the distress he was feeling inside.
Lord Elrond hurried over and knelt by the injured Elf. He looked at the Elf who had called him, as if giving an unspoken order. The Elf obeyed, grasping Legolas's arm and pulling him to his feet.
~Let Lord Elrond work, lad.~
Legolas's eyes connected with the dark green ones of the other Elf. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek, and he tipped his head down to hide it. The dark-eyed Elf placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Legolas, in spite of the pain he felt in doing so, watched Elrond administered his healing abilities on his brother. After what seemed like hours, Elrond stood, sadness in his eyes. He walked over to Legolas, putting his hands on each of the latter's shoulders.
~I......I did all I could, Legolas.~
His answer was barely distinctive. ~Yes, my lord.~
The tears were flowing freely out of his eyes now; there was no use in holding them back. Lord Elrond firmly hugged Legolas, the younger Elf scarcely returning the gesture.
~I will bring him to be buried next to your mother.~ Lord Elrond turned away, hiding the strong emotions he felt. He had known Elenedhil since he was born and had enjoyed watching him grow. He had always been a joyful child, full of energy and vigor. It was sad for Elrond to see such a wonderful soul leave this earth.
Legolas turned, starting at a walk and then accelerating to a sprint. He heard Lord Elrond's voice calling to him, but he didn't care. He ran as fast as he could, escaping the scene his world had turned into. He finally came to an old tree; the oldest in the forest, and his favourite. He would spend hours in this tree, singing to the beings of the forests or thinking to himself. All Legolas wanted to do was shut out the world. He climbed the tree and sat on the branch, which moved to make him more comfortable (trees are quite fond of Elves and always find their friends' comfort supreme).
The tears rained from his eyes. The trees mourned with Legolas, for they knew well of the noteworthy Elven spirit that was lost that day. Their mourning could be heard throughout Middle Earth. It was the day Mirkwood cried greater than it ever would, for millennia to come...
*tear This was the worst chapter to write ever!!!! The next chapter will be family-orientated also. A little more sadness, but more of Gimli and Aragorn finding out about Legolas's life (however secretive it is...).